That's Gonna Leave a Mark

Dear Confusia,
I want to start by apologizing. If I ramble or if my grammar/spelling is bad, don't judge me too harshly. I nearly knocked myself unconscious this morning. It was a total cluster fuck in the locker room at the gym this morning. Because of that, I laid my gym bag down on the floor to pull my junk out. Well, another woman left her locker door open (unbeknownst to me, obviously) and when I stood up, I whacked the fuck out of the back of my head on the bottom of the locker door. I actually thought I was going to pass out (think birdies flying around head). I tried to hide the tears that I could not control as I picked up my shit and headed to the showers. Once in the shower, I cried like a child. I mean uncontrollable, sobbing tears. It is still throbbing. Every so often I get these shudders that run down my spine for no appearant reason. I'm thinking it might be the concussion I gave myself. So, by 7:30 I had already ruined my day. I want to go home (as I've already suffered through my Shakespeare class), but I'm afraid that'd just make me weak. Maybe I should have the nurse check it.
Anyway, in response to your question about what I'm teaching next year, the better question is what aren't I teaching??? Our principal asked me back in January if I was married to special ed. She said she wanted someone to handle our leadership class for next year's eighth graders (as they are a bit of a challenge). Plus she wants that class to talk about women's health issues and birth control and stuff like that, and since I'm the poster child for birth control (wow, that sounds bad...), she thought I'd be a great person for that job. Also, I requested to teach a Greek mythology class next year. So, as of right now, I will be teaching 8th grade leadership, 7th/8th grade mythology, 6th grade humanities (the class I teach now), and 7th grade athletics (so that I can pretend to coach the volleyball team again). Next year, I dare say, I will not have near the amount of free time that this year has afforded me. You'll have to carry the bulk of the blog on your shoulders alone.
Ok, staring at the screen is giving me a wicked headache.
Later,
Terps